Sad love: just let it be, mountains and rivers don't meet.

1, how to interpret the departure of your sad leaves, is it the persistence of the tree or the pursuit of the wind? When love turns to the grave, it already means death. All lamentations are the self-sentimentality of the living. Trust between people is like a piece of paper. Once it is broken, it will never be the same again.

2. From now on, you can only love me, spoil me, don't lie to me, do everything you promised me, be sincere in everything you said to me, don't bully me, scold me, believe me, others bully me, you must come out to help me at the first time, if I am happy, you must accompany me to be happy, if I am unhappy, you must coax me to be happy forever.

3, the heart is your own, why is it always hurt by others? Love belongs to two people, why should I carry it alone? A person's gift, why always drag you in? Once two people were beautiful, why did you make me feel lonely?

4. If we don't meet, the memory of years won't be an excuse for tears, the quiet world won't be a reason for loneliness, and the pain of missing at night won't fall in the dream. If we don't meet, the words in the middle of the night won't be sad, the silent years won't be lonely, the fleeting stories won't have an ending, and the dreams won't be sad.

That's it, mountains and rivers will never see each other again.

6, the vast sea of people, when the soul is looking for its own source and destination, it feels like a wanderer without a travel companion in the world. Therefore, we are the loners and orphans of the universe. There is no denying that no one can get rid of the so-called shackles.

7. It turns out that all this is just a one-man show directed and performed by me in my own world. In reality, the protagonist is neither you nor me. We just play our own story in other people's plays. The play is over, should we go, then can we play it again?

8. There is a feeling called learning; There is a regret called heartbreak. Over time, I accumulated a little heartache. It was not until I couldn't bear it and my heart died that I found that pain was as deep as love.

9. What's the use of loving you again? Will I hold you tight this time? Still waiting for you to tell me not to use the wrong god. I have a hunch about everything.

10, now every time I tear open the old wound, I can see the bloody flesh, but I have added new wounds to my heart, but these wounds will never heal. Now I don't need to dress it, but I have to sprinkle a handful of salt on it.

1 1, people claim that the best years are actually the most painful, but in retrospect, they are only so happy.

Classical elegance: that's it, mountains and rivers will no longer be.

First of all, you should remember that year in Na Yue, weeping willows were in the east of Los Angeles.

Second, how can the blood-stained picture scroll of Jiangshan be a little cinnabar in your brow, covering the world, but it is still prosperous.

Third, who are you, the pen-tip teenager who misses you so much, turned into a song on the desolate road of the city.

Fourth, who finally broke the string, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and finally the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

5. devote my life to make you an invincible city; Give you a dream that will never wake up.

That love song is about romantic love, but it has nothing to do with you and me.

Seven, after the fleeting time, dream back to the water and watch the fireworks break the full moon.

Eight, when I was waiting for the blue sky in Jiangnan, did you send a jade book?

Nine, look at the moon, only envy Yuanyang not envy fairy.

Ten, have you ever been so, quietly, staring at those sad sunset, homeless.

Eleven, affectionate since ancient times, especially in the cold and autumn festival. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who can you tell?

Knowing that one day, all the joys and sorrows will leave me, I still try my best to collect those beautiful and tangled memories.

Thirteen, the soul is empty, the person is empty, and the eyes are clear.

Fourteen, look at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sadness is circulating, but it can't hide the mottled time.

Fifteen, how do you know that HongLing is wrong, all roads lead to the same goal? Don't stop until you have stepped through the snow in Xun Mei and look back at the end of the day.

Sixteen, the heart has a tiger, sniffing roses. After the feast, I was in tears.

Seventeen, if the face is mid-autumn, the color is like spring flowers, if the temples are cut with a knife, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, and the face is like peach petals. If you look at your eyes, sometimes if you smile, you will be angry and affectionate.

18. Shake off a shoulder of smoke and dust, lock up the picture of people's heartache, turn their eyebrows back a thousand times, accompanied by an eternal lament.

Nineteen, if you run wild, I will accompany you with wine all my life.

Twenty, that's it, mountains and rivers will no longer.

Twenty-one, try to see the natural barrier crossing the whip, do not believe that the Central Plains is not surnamed Han.

Twenty-two, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

Twenty-three, the book will dawn, who can't say fast!

Twenty-four, long songs when crying, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, and finally dispersed into clouds.

Twenty-five, the rivers and lakes in the dream are full of flowers, people come and go, and they are prosperous.

Twenty-six, Miao Man, who was stuck between her tongues, wanted to dance for you and finally fell in love with this country.

Twenty-seven, flowers bloom and waves fall, and I am alone with you.

Twenty-eight, the hand is like five sentences, and the last two sentences are combined with temperament, which is vivid in the blueprint of Luo Shen.

There are many things in the world, but you are my favorite. Let him know everything and smile for you.

Thirty, the flowers covered by years, everything is blank.

Thirty-one, if you gain something, you will lose it. There is wine today, and I will be drunk tomorrow.

Thirty-two, you leave this season without sadness. Only endless thoughts are spreading wildly. Have you always been like this, quietly staring at the sunset and the sadness of homelessness?

Thirty-three, the Woods are cloudy, the fog is dense, the fragrance is still there, and the flowers are there. I've never seen it. The flowers are huge, white and blue, and the four petals are opposite. If you want to cross your hands, it's more like a blue and white bowl.

Looking at the fleeting time and being silent, I failed you in this scene after all.

There are many things in the world, but you are my favorite.

Thirty-six, beauty is far away, lovesickness is bitter, and it is difficult to pay. Ten years of love and a hundred years of crossing, don't cut acacia, can't bear to care!

Thirty-seven, bamboo leaves are cold, it is too late. No one is alone in the secluded path, and there are countless complaints. Only * * * plum blossom language, lazy to be so weak. I am trying to find spring, but I don't want fragrance. The fragrance is nowhere to be found …

Thirty-eight, raise a glass and get drunk, drink all the snow, and be at a loss for another year.

Thirty-nine, illusory, vast sea of people, once met, never forget. What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host?

Forty, at both ends of life, we stand on the other side of each other.

Forty-one, step by step, no return, first frost is full.

Forty-two, the dust has always been like water, and it is rare to cry. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself. When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

Forty-three, the original vows of eternal love have been said again, as if it were all over!

Forty-four, dyed fire maple forest, Qionghu song month, Long song leaning against the building. Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine.

Forty-five, a sword hates life, shortness of breath and courage.

Forty-six, you never gave me a look back, but I kept smiling at you.

Forty-seven, ask the boundless earth who is in charge of ups and downs? Just me, Lord.

Forty-eight, the complicated experience carved deep lines in my eyes. I turned and carved a flower.

Forty-nine, life is like a dream. In the story of getting old, we interpret joys and sorrows, how many memories are destroyed and how many times pass.

Fifty, people can never see the lens, but I mean a thousand years in the world, such as my moment.

Fifty-one, pretty if three spring Zhi Tao, element if nine autumn chrysanthemum.

Fifty-two, you can still quietly drink tea and crush this scene, bustling fireworks.

53. Whose hand did you hold when crossing the world of mortals, but I lost weight in the spring and autumn with the years.

Fifty-four, who should be robbed by who became who's obsession.

Fifty-five, still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

Fifty-six, if I speak first, will the days remain the same?

Fifty-seven, who forgot first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing. Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them. When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.

Fifty-eight, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

Fifty-nine, a touch of beauty, overturned how many spring and autumn. A little cinnabar, swaying thousands of customs. A picture scroll carries a long history. A beautiful song, echoed here for many years.

Sixty, the river is lonely, the banks are dark green, and you are everywhere. Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

Sixty-one, walk with you in the sky and see flowers everywhere.

Sixty-two, a piece of paper, cool thin, with the words that I have been embarrassed for half my life; A piece of paper vicissitudes, the book I am lonely; A piece of paper is light yellow; Remember the wind and frost in my life.

Sixty-three, once the world is completely silent, I don't know whether it is sad or hurt. Who makes the string break, the flowers fall on the shoulders, and the trance is blurred.

Sixty-four, the voice of broken dreams is always fate, and a farewell will never be the last chord.

Sixty-five, Han Xiao is vast, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past.

Sixty-six, in the afterglow of grass smoke, no one will lean on the bar and be speechless.

Sixty-seven, at most, is to stare at the infinite meaning, as if we met in previous lives.

Sixty-eight, just because I think you are looking back, let me miss your morning and evening.

Sixty-nine, ten steps to kill a person, thousands of miles away. After you finish, brush off your clothes, don't show any sound, and hide in the depths.

Seventy, after the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene, so there are many kinds of customs, who should I tell?

Seventy-one, a few cups of old wine on the bamboo stool are only waiting for the old friend to return.

Seventy-two, look, the heartbreak of flowers, listen, the years are seamless.

Seventy-three, this is a whirling world, with regrets and no regrets. No matter how happy I give you, I won't feel happy.

Seventy-four, lamenting the tears of beauty, the death of heroes, and much more suffering on earth. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?

20 beautiful ancient Chinese sentences: That's it, mountains and rivers will never meet again.

Farewell to aesthetic archaic sentences

1 is full of noise and glitz.

I'm not me. It's not me in Suzhou that you turned and walked away.

A few sighs, generations of joys and sorrows are ridiculous, and life is up to me.

After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.

Life is like a flash in the pan, but it comes suddenly. However, I can remember everything you say for a lifetime.

The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent.

The paper is a little shabby and fuzzy, but every sketch and every trace seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.

At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.

The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.

10 holds the old, imprisons time and space, and suddenly comes to the end of time.

1 1 People can never see the lens, but I mean, there are thousands of years in the world, like a moment.

12 it's the leading edge to meet each other and get drunk late. It's stormy. Where are you drifting?

13 Illusion is boundless. Once you meet it, you will never forget it. What's wrong with smiling when you meet your master but don't know him?

14 The world is out of my generation, entering the rivers and lakes, and being urged by years; Talking and laughing, you can't get drunk in life.

15 If you win, you lose. Just rest. If you worry, you will get drunk today and worry tomorrow.

I know this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

17 looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; As in my heart, you have never left and never changed.

18 Let nature take its course and mountains and rivers will never meet again.

19 people are empty, so why forget each other and laugh at each other?

If you don't look back, why don't you forget? Since there is no chance, why curse? Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow, you will be a stranger.

That's a beautiful sentence in Weibo. Since then, mountains and rivers have never met.

First, sometimes I don't understand, but I just don't want to understand; Sometimes I don't know, but I just don't want to say it; Sometimes it's not that I don't understand, but that there's nothing I can do, so I keep silent. Some words are suitable for hiding in the heart; Some pain, suitable for silent forgetting; Some memories are only suitable for occasional aftertaste. A lot of things, experienced, it is good to know.

Second, there is always a place that I will never mention again, but I will never forget it. There is always someone who says sorry, which makes you feel sad and unforgettable. There is always a kind of love, always living in my heart, but bidding farewell to life. What can't be forgotten is memory, and what continues is life. If you miss it, you will pass by. There are many people coming and going around, and there is always one position that has not changed. Look at the warm sunshine and think about it occasionally.

Third, your vision is your life realm. Always seeing people who are better than yourself shows that you are going uphill; Always seeing people who are similar to yourself means that you are fooling around. It is better to change yourself than to complain. Do your own thing, that's better than anything.

Fourth, you must remember that the rosewood didn't go out and I didn't leave.

There is only one reason for your failure, and that is to be my enemy.

Sixth, what is unforgettable is memory, and what continues is life. If you miss it, you will pass by.

7. If I can, I want to go through the colorful road of falling in love with England with you. Hand in hand, through the bustling, towards plain, this is the happiness I want.

Eight, pieces of broken dreams continue to warm my heart, scattered petals are still floating in the night, although you will silently fall in the soil, but I believe your lingering fragrance will always be remembered in my dreams. Love is always a legend in a dream at night.

Nine, slowly, we will grow old, and in this world, the most blazing is love, the most unforgettable is kindness, and the longest is affection. Two people are together because of love, because of kindness, and it is difficult to separate because of family ties. So, don't always cling to love. Think about what you have left after the love. Accompanied by the last, is a lover, but also brothers and relatives.

Ten, life is full of five flavors. Without any flavor, it loses its real meaning! People are not immortals, and they can't get rid of common bones after all. In this case, I can only try to find a quiet harbor in the flashy and annoying world and let my original pure soul rest for a while.

Don't regret what you have done. Life is hard: you can't see through it. I can't see through the entanglement in interpersonal relationship, the hidden injury after struggle, the dullness in the noise and the tranquility after prosperity. You can't bear it. I can't stand those wonderful and untimely years, and I can't stand the vanity and applause when I am above.

Twelve, once people cherish life, they will feel that life is short, and at the same time they are tired of everything, and they will feel that time is long. For the past life. I still don't have the strength to remember silently. Maybe the life with memories is the real life. Because once your existence changes another person's life and thoughts. In this person's heart, you are sunny.

Thirteen, the wound, like me, is a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because the heart is a warm and humid place suitable for anything to grow.

Fourteen, colorful seasons, the joy of harvest. It is said that autumn is the season of harvest, but it is also the season of sowing, sowing today's happiness, sowing the expectation for the coming year and sowing the vision for the future.

15. Maturity is a bright but not dazzling light. There is nothing that can't pass, only the mood that can't pass.

16. No matter where you go, you should remember that the past is false, memory is an endless road, and all the past springs are gone forever. No matter how tenacious and fanatical love is, it is just a fleeting reality in the final analysis.

Seventeen, because I understand that what I lost never really belongs to me, and I won't regret it, and I don't have to regret it. -The Dark Silence

Eighteen, life does not need to be earth-shattering, just be happy; In this world, there is always a quiet corner. Let you stay and let you stand. Behind the noise is a calm heart, silently feeling sadness; Countless gaps are a pair of clear eyes, quietly enjoying and shining; Noisy turn, is a breeze, gently flowing around.

You will never see me when I am loneliest, because I am loneliest only when you are not by my side.

Twenty, life is alive, it is best to be optimistic, life is not too full, we are changing every day, and many things in life are hard to meet. Everyone's time is a movie that keeps moving forward and seems to be replayed, but never replayed. With a ray of warmth, the heart will not be alienated and desolate, and those thoughts will condense into a fragrant and dusty collection.

If I love you, I just need to know where you are, you are healthy, this relationship has not increased the burden, and I can see you one day. If I love you, I will have you in a way that you think is safe and comfortable.

Twenty-two, calm down and feel detached. Looking at other people's angry expressions, I suddenly feel bored. There is no smile on my face, and there is no heart, because I am numb.

Twenty-three, Han Xiao is boundless, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past.

Twenty-four, just let it be, mountains and rivers don't meet.

Everything in the world has already been arranged, but at this time, what needs to be changed is your heart. Once the inner world improves, the external situation will inevitably improve. After all, in this world, only you can decide what others think of you. It's up to you.

Twenty-six, living itself is a kind of happiness. Time is never noisy. If time flies, but you still can't settle your heart in the right direction, then your soul is empty. What kind of romantic shock do you expect? What kind of sentimental feelings are you looking forward to, leaving some pale proof for your youth that you never started.

Twenty-seven, people should be a little lonely, when focusing on a career or research results, loneliness and loneliness are the calmness of life. Indifferent to life and focusing on one's studies, such loneliness and loneliness are like fertile buds, and they are also experiencing frustrated storms, bearing the joy of conquest and stepping towards the other side of success step by step!